FLynnTagart
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- Posted: Tue, 28 Oct 2014 06:43:45 +0000
The lights clicked on, Jack rolled over.
"Reveille, everybody up!" The "senior" Private First Class called out. Jack had shown up late last night, the only person who knows he's here was the private that was standing fire watch inside the squad bay.
Squadbay 1116, Twentynine Palms in New California. This small unit was made up of newly joined marines. Moslty privates, and a few PFCs awaiting a unit to be sent to, Jack called it BOOT purgatory. One PFC, who Jack had now crowned King Boot had been here the longest, so that made him in charge.
(BOOT is an acronym for Marines just out of boot camp, Barely Out Of Training.)
This PFC had a high pitched nasaly voice, Jack grit his teeth every time he heard him speak. The squad bay Jack now resides will be only temporary, until his orders come through for his transfer. He finished up his sentence in the brig, and yesterday finally finished his Non Judicial Punishment, as far as being in the military is concerned he was a free man.
The lights were staying on, and Jack knew he wasnt going to sleep any longer.
'Ah well, three hours is enough I guess,' he thought to himself. Before rolling over and out of his rack he was jarred by a force on his shoulder.
"I said everybody up!" King Boot yelled, trying to sound bigger than he was.
"Touch me again Boot," Jack grumbled as he slowly sat up.
"Formation in five minutes, if your late your swabbing the squad bay by yourself," the smug little s**t said.
Jack stood up, and grabbed him by the blouse, pulling his face within inches of Jacks.
"I may not be a sergeant any more, but I'm still a non commissioned officer," Jack said, through grit teeth, " Now get the ******** away from me before I ******** thrash you and go back to the brig, Aye corporal or some s**t..." Jack pushed the marine away , who was now standing wide eyed with fear, sloppily he put himself at parade rest, the proper position when talking to a superior, and quietly uttered "Aye, aye corporal," then left him alone. The rest of the new marines had stopped what they were doing and had watched the whole thing. Jack ignored the stares and started to get dressed. He put on his skivie shirt, and his trousers. Laced and bloused his boots and he was out the door. He didnt give a damn about formation, this wasnt his unit, he was a free agent as far as he was concerned.
Stopping at the nearest private he said, "Anyone asks for me, Corporal Wyatt, tell em I'm PTing."
"Aye corporal!" the private yelled.
"Good boy," and with that Jack took off running at a moderate pace. He ran for about an hour and a half stopping every three miles for pushups, pull ups, and squats, then continued to run.
He ran over eight miles before heading back to the squadbay. The private he talked to earlier, the one that was in formation approached him. He stood at parade rest.
"Uh...Corporal, Sgt Fuentes wants to see you at the regiment office at 1000 hours."
"Roger that, thanks," he said to the private before heading back to his rack. Jack checked his watch, 0745, plenty of time. Jack took a shower, and got dressed into his utilities and then headed off for the chow hall. After he ate he decided to head toward the regiment office and wait, he still had some time, but it was better than being in the squad bay.
Just before 1000 Sgt Fuentes showed up to his office with a stack of folders, he motioned for Jack to follow, which he did. Fuentes sat down and immediately pulled Wyatts file. Jack always thought it was funny the military still uses hard copies. No one else uses paper.
"Ok Corporal Wyatt, looks like your completely done your brig sentence and your NJP, and we have a unit for you." He handed Wyatt his orders. Reading through it, most of it standard military jargon, what to wear, what to bring, what time he had to be there, etc.
He was being trasnfered to the 30th Marine Division, 1st battalion, 402nd marine regiment, Dorn Company. Jack snorted a bit; he had heard about Dorn co. Given the fact they were full of oddballs, they have a decent service record, and police record, good enough for Jack.
"You'll be shipping out tonight," the sergeant said, "looks like Dorn is getting hit with some activity, so they want you there ASAP." Jack nodded, Dorn is light years from Earth, even with FTL it'll take some time to get there.
"What time do I have to be on the flight deck?" he asked Sgt Fuentes.
"Looks like take off is at 0030, but preflight begins at 2315," Said Fuentes checking his terminal.
After his meeting Jack went back to the squadbay, and relaxed a bit. Nearing 2030 he rode the tram toward the flight deck, he checked in and took a seat, stowing his bags in the open seat next to him. Jack waited until boarding was authorized.
The shuttle was a surplus civilian trans atmospheric flier. Normally it would resemble the jet liners from the days before space flights, once it broke atmosphere its wings will retract, and the vessel will rely on its antigrav and thrusters. It was going to be a four hour trip. Once the shuttle had cleared the moon it was to link up with the USS Liberty, a small frigate docked near Luna station.
Jack made his way to the back of the shuttle, stowed his bags, sat down. The preflight checks took place, the emergency brief given and not more than five minutes later the shuttle began to taxi. The shuttle had to take off like the anciet aeroplanes of the past, due to its design vertical take offs were problematic. There wasnt an anti grav drive either big, or small enough to give it the lift needed to be airborn, let alone break the atosphere.
The shuttle roared down the runway, caught air and took off, there was a countdown, once it had reached zero the remaining jets that werent active suddenly roared to life, the shuttle jerked to a 90 degree climb, pushing Jack into his seat. The ride was bumpy, Jack took shallow breathes due to the Gforce on his chest, then before it got any worse, the pressure was gone, and in its place, nothing. He watched as the bullet encased in onyx around his neck began to float.
"This should be fun," Jack said to himself in regards to his transfer.
((OOC I made up a unit organization accoring to what was given and my experience in military organization. If it doesnt work I'll change it. Normally the uni designation would look like this 1/402nd Dorn Co 30th MarDiv, or 1st battalion, 402nd Marine Regiment, 30th Marine Division.
Also I'm not good with making pretty posts, sorry.)))